I read an article about “emotional airports”. The idea is so surreal that I can’t help but use the metaphor for what I’m feeling right now.
My heart is now a departure terminal. Who left who doesn’t matter really, it’s just the “leaving” part that pains me so much. I’ve witnessed the departure of 4 very dear people to me and it’s only frickin’ August! First, my bestfriend Boris, why oh why does he have to leave for Singapore what, like 1 country ain’t enough to contain his mischiefs? Then Judy, haaa my pillar of strength and reason, without her I seem so lost.. Next, Singapore taking John from me, sometimes I wonder what that country has against me..and now, Jon one of my hawi boys is leaving the company to pursue a career he really wanted! Please Lord, hold the boarding passes..I think I’ve had too many outbound flights for one year.
But airports aren’t built for departures alone, on the other side you’ll see the Arrival gate filled with incoming flights from all over! Some flights come as expected, while others are a bit delayed. So you have to be patient. In fact one arrival surprised me and I’m getting back to my usual giddy self again.
So book those flights even if you don’t know where you’re headed. With just a little courage, you’ll be amazed at how you’ll survive any departure or arrival that’ll come your way.